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The tradition lives on with this year’s installment of Fat Cyclist’s 100 Miles of Nowhere. 5 centuries in five days in four states. BOOM! I’m going to do a day-by-day posts with photos and lots of flair, but in the meantime, this summary will have to do. So, quick flashback to bring you up to speed Year 1: 100 Miles on Rollers Year 2: 100 Miles of Thomas Grade As you can see, I’ve backed myself into an insanity corner. So this year… This year, I found a road in Colorado called Nowhere Road. Brain clicked. It made perfect sense …

I’ve been told I’ve crossed a line. Matador said it. I heard it. And then I watched it sail by my ‘how will I interpret this’ radar toward the ‘just ignore it’ trash receptacle. Sadly, I pick shit out of trash bins if they still look shiny, so it took barely a nano-smidge to realize the Matador meant the line between sanity and insanity. That while riding100 MIles on Rollers was something that could be overlooked, riding 45 times up Thomas Grade was not. Gone too far. Too. Damn. Far. Speaking of radars, there was a blip of ‘shit-idiotic-bad-idea’ green …

I always imagined my first century ride would be somewhere scenic. And with other riders. But the challenge of this century – the 100 Miles of Nowhere – is that it has to be on rollers, your trainer, or the smallest route possible. I chose rollers. If you’re inspired by this ride, donate to the Fat Cyclist’s Livestrong page. That’s what it’s all for kids! Music: The Killers cover of Joy Division’s “Shadowplay” Visit http://fatcyclist.com for inspiration daily. WIN SUSAN! And no, I did not eat all that food on the day. Particularly the 100 mile marker chocolate pudding (which …